Hi guys, my name is Emma, and I want to confess. I stole money from my stepfather and lied
about it. It turned out that I did a good thing, but
still, shhhh! Let me start from the beginning. My parents divorced recently. Actually, I don't know why they decided to
do that. I thought that maybe they were too young and
passionate when they got married, but now it seems like their feelings are gone. Either way, they broke up and divorced. They split the estate and shared custody of
me, and now I'm living half of the week with my mom, and half of the week with my dad. It's really too bad, but I'm grown enough
to understand my parents and overcome their splitting up. My mother started to date another guy, and
every day she was glowing with happiness. But my father was sad. I think he was still overcoming their break
up. Soon, my mother's relationship turned into
something bigger, and we moved into her new husband`s house. Oh that house is unbelievable. It's huge and gorgeous. It has a fountain and a rose garden in the
backyard. It was more a castle than a house. I was so happy with my new home! It was a completely new level of life! I could swim in the pool, or sit in the beautiful
garden, or invite my friends over for a slumber party. But I was not allowed to invite my friends
over. Actually, I was not allowed to do a lot of
things in that house, like listen to music loudly, hang posters on the walls, or even
go into certain rooms. Maybe my stepfather was a good guy, but he
wanted a relationship with my mother, not with me. So in that big castle I didn't feel like I
was at home. But in my Dad`s house everything was even
worse. Because of his depression he lost his job,
and had to sell like half of the stuff from our house just to live, so it was almost empty. And I've been torn between these two places,
I basically didn't want to live in either of them. Besides, I felt sorry for my dad. He was really sad all the time and I wanted
to help him. My mom was happy in her new relationship,
and I decided that my Dad just needed a new girlfriend. But he said that he can't go on dates now
because he doesn`t have the money to take care of women like that. But money is not important! And I was going to prove that. I created a profile for my Dad on a dating
app, and started looking for a potential girlfriend for him. Soon, I found a perfect candidate. She was the same age as my Dad, she's beautiful,
and also divorced. It was a perfect match! I started to chat with her and really soon,
I asked her out. The date was set, we were going to meet in
the park this evening. There was not much time to prepare! I snuck out to the garden in the backyard,
cut the five most beautiful roses, and went to my Dad`s house. I knocked at the door for a long time. He finally opened it. I shouted: "There`s no time to explain, Dad. You have a date tonight!" He was shocked, but this revived him a little. Dad wasn't ready for a date at all. He had a five-day-old beard and he looked
tired. We began to prepare in a rush. While he was shaving, I told him about the
woman that I met, what she does for a living, which movies she likes, and other kinds of
stuff. In an hour, he was ready to face his potential
girlfriend. I was proud of the work I did. My father deserves to be happy after all. I was interested how their date went and the
next morning I opened the dating app. I was really surprised when I saw twenty unread
messages from her. Oh, she was just mad! It turned out that my father had just disappeared
in the middle of the date, and she wanted some answers. And I wanted them too. When I went to his house, I found him really
sad. "What`s going, Dad? Why did you leave her?" He said that when he saw that woman, he immediately
realized that he still misses my mother and he's not ready to date other people. That's sad. But what can I do? From that moment on, he became really unhappy. Dad spent all day long just lying on the couch
and staring into space. He got up only to chat with my mom, when she
drove me to his house, and I had no idea how to help him. I was ready to call a psychotherapist, but
after a couple of weeks, something changed. When I went to visit my Dad, I found him walking
around the house energetically, and he looked like he was thinking of a plan. When I asked what had happened, Dad told me
that tonight he had a date, but he didn't know how to make it go well, because he doesn't
have any money at all. I haven't seen my Dad this excited for a long
time, so I decided to help him at any cost. I returned to my stepfather`s house, snuck
into his office, and stole some money from his desk. It was nothing for him, but for my Dad it
was a chance to build a new relationship. I knew that Dad wouldn't take money from me,
so I had to set up the date on my own. I went to a restaurant and organized a romantic
dinner for two, and with the rest of the money I bought a decent jacket for my father. I told my dad that my friend worked at the
restaurant, and that she helped with the dinner, and that I borrowed the jacket from my best
friend's dad. Everything was ready. But it was suspicious that my father refused
to tell me anything about the woman that he'd met. To satisfy my curiosity, I followed him to
the restaurant, and imagine my surprise when I saw her. It was my mother that was on the date with
my Dad. Wow. I didn't expect that. I went home thinking about what the heck was
going on. And as soon as I entered the house, my stepfather
began to shout at me. He figured out that I stole the money from
his desk, and he wanted an explanation. He yelled at me so loud, I immediately began
to cry. I told him that I took the money for my father. I shouldn't have said that because it pissed
him off even more. Thank God he didn't find out about the roses! Mom came home late, and he began to yell at
her too. He was so angry! He shouted, "She stole money for your ex! Do you think I'm gonna just leave it like
that?" Mom sent me to my room, and they began to
fight. A couple of minutes later, she came to me
and said, "Get your stuff, we're leaving." While we were driving, I was very ashamed
of what I'd done. I felt like I messed up everything and ruined
my mother`s relationship. But when we stopped and I looked around, I
realized that everything was fine, because we had come to my Dad`s house
Yep, my parents are back together again, and their love is stronger than ever. My mom realized that money is not important,
but it is important to be with someone who loves you and would never hurt you and your
loved ones. What lesson did I learn? It's hard to say. I know what I did was wrong. But I did it for my father and I love him
very much. Is there anything you wouldn't do for your
loved ones? That's what I thought. Did I do the right thing? Tell me in the comments below so I don't feel
guilty anymore. And don`t forget to show this video to your
friends!
